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Friday 30 October 2015

Snowflakes

The first little snowflakes come fluttering down
To form dots of white on a carpet of brown;
They come down in silence to land on the earth,
Without any bangs or loud chuckles of mirth.
They float through the air without making a sound,
And equally silently fall on the ground.
On calm winter days when the wind doesn't blow
There's something quite moving about falling snow.

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